Part 3 The streetlights flickered past us in a rhythmic, hypnotic blur. Colin had one hand on the wheel and the other rested on the center console. He let out a long breath. He sounded… I don't know. Relieved? Amused? "Okay," he said. He glanced at me, then in the rearview. "Serious question. Did we just get kicked out of a VIP lounge? Or was that a mutual decision to leave before I got arrested for public indecency?" I s...

My head rested against the cool glass window as the landscape went by. My hand hurt. My ribs hurt. I was pretty sure Derek was hurting more. That was something at least. There was a winner, and I didn’t lose. “I just can’t fucking believe you got yourself suspended. I can’t believe you made me leave work to face that boy’s mother. Then you wouldn’t even tell the principal why you just attacked the star running back, and t...

Clara’s life had become marked by a monotonous rhythm of failed relationships and unfulfilled desires. Each breakup left her more hollow than the last, her heart aching for something—no, someone—to fill the void. But it wasn’t just companionship she craved. Deep down, Clara wanted more. She wanted to feel alive, to create life. She wanted a child. Her first attempt at achieving this dream came in the form of an anonymous...

Heather’s apartment always smelled like vanilla candles and whatever takeout they’d murdered the night before. Tonight it was Thai, and the empty containers were still scattered across the coffee table like casualties. One of her socks had a hole in the toe; the burgundy polish on that foot was chipped to hell. She had her legs kicked up on the table, heel nudging the last inch of Casa Dragones so hard the bottle wobbled....

When Charlotte woke up to the reflection of the sunrise on the wall opposite her large window, she felt sleepy, but not nearly as tired as last night. She wanted to sleep again, but the dried cum all over her body was too itchy to ignore any longer. So she got up, searched the floor for her skimpy outfit, which she hadn't worn in a while by this point, and pondered whether to put it on or not. She decided that, while this...

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The Chosen In Pine Valley, faith was the air people breathed. The church bell marked the rhythm of their days, and on Sundays the pews filled with families who nodded approvingly at one another across hymnals. The sanctuary of their Church was filled with the murmur of hymns fading into quiet, the congregation turning expectant eyes toward the pulpit. Pastor Lowell spread his arms wide, his voice carrying over the wooden...